Silent sultry night
-charcoal gray-
wisp of remembrance
fluttered along the
timeline, demarking
crisp memories of mine
and ours,
dreams engrossed
in a dance of
melancholia,
surging along
with the rise of a
familiar loneliness.
Hope trickles down,under a
dreamless blanket,
as another ash-strewn
midnight, awaits
sepia colored
dawn.
Rajakshmi, this is lovely and so well captures the sense of meloncholia … are we allowed that anymore? … the sultry night, the grey, the sepia, the aches. Well done.
Nice piece of poetry Rajlakshmi. Keep writing.
great extended metaphor. i loved this
here's my piece if you wanna check it out
http://belladonna23.wordpress.com/2011/01/28/sonnet-vii/
dreams in dance of melancholia.. can relate to that, Raji.. very nice poetry at the Wagon.. π
mine is here:
http://leonnyes.wordpress.com/2011/01/31/searching/
your poem clearly states the sadness of being alone waiting for the loved one.Nice
Moc hezkΓ©…
Very nice. I really liked it π